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smell of blood and powder
and the annoying repeating noise
over and over
of guns and artillery
the greif of my friends death
laying dead by my side



the painful ache im my stomach
due to the lead
of a bullet
wen it pumped through my stomach
left me faced down in the mud
felling every vibration on the battle ground



mud flying through the air like angels
woundering if there is a God
or is religion a lie
to die on the base of hell
or in the eyes of a wondering God



no feeling in my feet
or to any part of my lower body
just feeling cold
and to bleed for what i die for
and to wonder if I am fighting for the right reason
or were we fed lies by our peers



drowning myself in my thoughts
of the last things i said or did
to family and friends
knowing i will never see there faces agian
or another birthday
and to just see death and destruction around me